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Subject: Folklore: 1975 From: punkfolkrocker Date: 01 Jul 17 - 09:17 PM yeah..it's the 42 anniversary of 1975... give or take a few bits of history.. 1975.. who were you what were you getting up to did you get away with it was it filmed. were you arrested for it... can we find it on youtube.. or xhamster...??? I'm not saying.. but I saw the photos on google... yeah... 1975... |
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Subject: RE: Folklore: 1975 From: Rapparee Date: 01 Jul 17 - 10:30 PM I was the same person I was, but older, wiser, and medically worse off. I was two years married and living 7 minutes south of Kent State University and working 36 miles away. I was getting up to working and thinking about completing my Master's. Yes, in 1977 I was awarded a Master of Science in Library and Information Science by Case Western Reserve University. No. Some still photos, but that's all. No, I wasn't arrensted for it. Almost certainly not. Betamax was the big thing back then. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: punkfolkrocker Date: 01 Jul 17 - 11:33 PM trying to remember if 75 was when i first copped a feel of minge.. or was it 74...??? These aspects of history are important...!!! |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Jim Carroll Date: 02 Jul 17 - 04:06 AM Two years into life as a folk song collector, recorded a programme for Capital Radio in London (and I think I got married then, but can never remember) Jim Carroll |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: G-Force Date: 02 Jul 17 - 07:49 AM Ah 1975! I had a to do list: Leave my parents' home (check). Buy a car (check). Get a girlfriend (check - since married for 39.5 years). Change my job (check, but not until February 1976). It's also the year I started playing the piano accordian, but perhaps I should keep quiet about that. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Steve Shaw Date: 02 Jul 17 - 09:39 AM I didn't get anybody pregnant. It was a beautiful summer and I spent five weeks hitchhiking around northern Scotland. I stayed in youth hostels. My favourites were Ratagan, Tongueand Achmelvich. I got married the year after. I was living in Robin Hood Gardens in Poplar, East London. I got that council flat only because the nun who was the headmistress of the East End secondary school I worked in lied to say that I'd lived in the borough for two years. Not long after, she gave up her job, gave up being a nun, and got married. Good woman! If you ever watch Call The Midwife, those nuns work in the exact same area as where I was working, just a few years before I was there. My rent was nine pounds a week all in including heating. Happy days, I suppose! |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Mrrzy Date: 02 Jul 17 - 09:54 AM 1975 - smack in the middle of a happy, happy adolescence sparkled with occasional misery. That was the year of the trip that included the Orient Express, and Istambul, after enough Yugoslavia to pick up, like, three countries when that broke up. We were in Abidjan, all my sisters were stateside in college, yeah, life was great. Aah. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 02 Jul 17 - 10:50 AM In 1975 I... Briefly returned to university to complete my bachelor's degree after a two-year hiatus. Got a job in the industry in which I would be employed for the next 25 years. Attended the first of many folk and bluegrass festivals. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Senoufou Date: 02 Jul 17 - 12:15 PM I was in Glasgow, having moved across from Edinburgh. From a very posh school in the 'Burgh' to a large Corporation school in Duke Street, Glasgae. Living in a rented room in a house full of Islanders (Lewis and Skye) who thought nothing of cooking half a sheep or a huge goose from their crofts. The staff at the school were a real larky lot, and we went out often together. Tons of fun. Also loads of ceilidh evenings in the house with the Gaelic-speaking lassies. I had very long, thick hair and wore it in a fat plait for teaching. Bit of a hippie. I adored Glasgow. Really fun city. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Mrrzy Date: 02 Jul 17 - 03:53 PM Oh, yeah, and I already (thought I) knew the meaning of life, the universe and everything! |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Joe_F Date: 02 Jul 17 - 06:04 PM I was in my third year at a commune in Virginia. My demoralization was well underway but far from complete. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Steve Shaw Date: 02 Jul 17 - 06:55 PM Well, Senoufou, I passed through Glasgow on my way to that hitchhiking holiday. I caught the midnight Ribble Bus from Bolton to Glasgow, fare seven bob. On the back seat of the bus a dog spent the night throwing up. We had a bleary-eyed stop at Lockerbie at 5am. Got to the bus station in Glasgow (Buchanan Street? Can't remember) at seven in the morning. There were still a few drunks draped around from the night before. A scene of desolation after a sleepless night on a hot, crowded, smelly bus, and it was cold. But by late afternoon I was in Tongue Youth Hostel (train to Inverness then postbus to Tongue - did I change at Lairg??) and all was well. Can't remember the name of the pub in Tongue. Ben Loyal Hotel? But it was a good 'un in those days! |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Donuel Date: 02 Jul 17 - 09:48 PM I was beginning my internship as a hypnotist and off to a 15 year adventure culminating in an intelligence agency dispute when I dared tell them hell no. Even religions became involved. Jews understood my premise but the Jesuits did not, but were at least more compassionate than the Feds. A real life adventure of the plot of season 1 of the Sopranos happened concurrent with the A team B team wars that ended with a car bombing with the unbelievable coincidence of learning the first hand accounts by the subjects, the police and the hospital ICU. Phenomena of the impossible kind also presented themselves at this Evening in Paris Perfume Mansion turned apartment house. Today 1975-1985 is a 'true life' novel that writes itself. But not here. My only decisions now involve when to cut the grass. Politics, religion and organized crime still wants to rule the world. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 02 Jul 17 - 10:03 PM 1975 was the last year in which I visited a cow pasture in search of Psilocybe cubensis. All my mushroom hunting efforts since then have been purely culinary in nature. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Mrrzy Date: 02 Jul 17 - 10:06 PM Joe_F, not Twin Oaks? |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Senoufou Date: 03 Jul 17 - 03:47 AM Oh yes Steve, Glasgow could be (and still is!) a bit hairy, especially at night. But it was a sort of good-natured hairiness, if you see what I mean. There's a lot of Irish blood there (I'm half Irish myself) and it seems to make people friendly, funny and good-humoured, if a bit volatile! 1975 was the year of the Great Glasgow Bin Strike. For many many weeks the rubbish piled up. The rats were phenomenal and the stench appalling. The Army was eventually called in. The men were equipped with huge cudgels with which to bash the rats, and wore leather shin-protectors against bites. The middens were where homeless drunks often slept, and what with them and the rats, the poor Army blokes had a rum old time of it. Did you get bitten half to death by midges when up in the Highlands? |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Steve Shaw Date: 03 Jul 17 - 04:24 AM Three-quarters. And the year after, the even hotter summer of 1976, when I repeated the adventure, nasty, fast-moving little brown round things like big lentils that were unsquashable with wings that dropped off when you tried to bash them. And clegs. On hot nights we daren't open the men's dorm windows for fear of clouds of midges moving in. We climbed The Saddle in Kintail on one of the hottest days I remember. I have a photo of me standing on the summit in skimpy trunks. Jayz, there wasn't a pick on me. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Senoufou Date: 03 Jul 17 - 06:25 AM I daren't look at old photos of me Steve. I'm unrecognisable. I weighed about eight stone, size 8, big green eyes, slim legs. (sighs sadly) Every pic my husband takes of me nowadays with his phone I immediately delete. Yet he, the pig, looks no different after all these years. No justice. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: punkfolkrocker Date: 03 Jul 17 - 01:36 PM errrrrmmmm.. hello 2017.... Saturday night, me and the mrs got through 5 bottles of prosecco whilst enjoying a box set of a TV series from 1975.. "You Must Be Joking" ...hence this thread started very later that same night,... In 1975 I was 16 and the wife 13.. we wouldn't meet until 1982 until then separated by the Bristol channel... but we were both influenced by very similar mass media and culture... "You Must Be Joking" was an 'adventurous' teatime kids TV show. Teenagers from the Anna Scher youth Theatre, same age as us, were let loose to script and present their own views on comedy and society. The result was chaotic and unsurprisingly politically radical.. as much as they could get away with.... and still more than a year to go before the punk rock agit pop explosion.. Anyway, here is a highlight sketch from series 1... an energetic youth rendition of a Leon Rosselson song... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uy2NwkrYvjo |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Joe_F Date: 03 Jul 17 - 02:49 PM Mrrzy: Yes, it was Twin Oaks. I was there from 1972 to 1981. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: CupOfTea Date: 03 Jul 17 - 11:33 PM 1975, I'd just dropped out of Ursuline College, and started working full time at a department store, "May's on the Heights" running a small bead- stringing boutique "sticks and Stones" - heavy on Navajo-style silver beads, chunk turquoise, heishi strands, and a wide assortment of other beads, findings, cords. I was the local expert because I had my own set of jeweler pliers and knew how to use them. Still living at home, driving a 1969 Skylark, which is still my favorite car in my life. I was taking evening classes at Cleveland Institute of Art and learning every textile technique except sprang. Also learned I loved to teach, so spiffed up my portfolio to get me into CIA& CWRU's art Ed program. Planned a large party for my 21st birthday early the next year. My best girlfriend was sleeping with the guy who later became my husband, when she developed bad habits and worse taste in men. My turntable was busy with CSN&Y, Jefferson Airplane/starship, Pentangle, Judy Collins, Joan Baez, Weavers, Peter, Paul & Mary. 75 & 76 was when I finally got a clue about what I'd like to do with my life. Picked up taste for a few favorite authors: U.K. LeGuin, Dick Francis, John D. Macdonald, and best of all, Edward Gorey. Joanne in Cleveland |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Allan Conn Date: 04 Jul 17 - 03:29 AM Jedburgh Grammar School for me. End of third year. One sporting disappointment in that I missed out on being junior sports champion when beaten into second place. One sporting shock in that Celtic came third in the league - I'd only ever known them to win it prior to that. And one musical shock in that Bowie brought out his Young Americans album. I love it now but at the time as a 14 year old going on 15 year old glam rock fan I didn't know what the hell he was up to! The following year - the summer of 76 - was a much more memorable year for me. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Charmion Date: 04 Jul 17 - 10:45 AM In April 1975, I completed recruit school at Canadian Forces Base Cornwallis in the Annapolis Valley of Nova Scotia and went on to CFB Borden in south-central Ontario for trade training, originally in the Military Police. That was the summer when my visual deficits became obvious even to the Canadian Forces, thanks to my inability to discern the form of a camouflaged two-and-a-half-ton truck quickly enough to avoid T-boning it (at low speed, fortunately) on a curve in a narrow dirt road in the wooded training area. The very next day, I failed to determine the distance between the front passenger-side wing of the truck I was driving and the rear driver's-side quarter of the truck I was attempting to park beside, and my fate was sealed -- the life of a Meathead was not in my future. So I spent the rest of the summer (a very long, hot summer) doing joe jobs while I waited to start the six-month course of training that would turn me into a medic. I cleaned weapons, washed trucks, typed letters, filed papers, answered telephones and carried messages. I adjusted to barracks life, a complex system of restrictions, compromises and surprising freedoms (from responsibility, most notably), and established the letter-based relationship with my mother that made it possible for us to tolerate each other. I learned to get along in a testosterone-heavy environment where women were always seen as interlopers, despite undeniable -- and undenied -- skills and abilities. Amusements included movies at the base cinemas -- there were two, showing something different (if not good) every night -- and disco dancing at the junior ranks' club where the booze was cheap and the company tolerant, if not socially sophisticated. Barred from the television room by my dislike of cigarette smoke, I read my way through the contents of the base library. With other denizens of the shacks (barracks), I piled into ramshackle tobacco-stinking cars for trips to Wasaga Beach, my first experience of a summer resort. On the long weekends (Dominion Day, as it then was, and the August Civic Holiday), I took the train from Barrie to Toronto to take a peek at the Big City, fleeing back to base on Sunday afternoon glad to have a few bucks left and no bruises to show for my weekend of high living. I ate Oysters Rockefeller in a Toronto hotel dining room and got my hair cut at Vidal Sassoon on Yorkville Avenue. The oysters were good -- I wonder now where in blazes they came from; that was years before oyster-farming -- but the haircut was too expensive and not up to military standards; I had to get the back trimmed at the barbershop on my return to base. I went back to Ottawa on leave for a couple of weeks in August, and fully realized for the first time that my parents' house was not my home any more; they kindly offered me hospitality, and it was my duty and responsibility to accept it graciously and be a good guest. I now know that some adult children never quite hoist in that fact, to the detriment of their later relations with their closest relatives, so I'm grateful now that joining the CF separated me so sharply from my family that I actually noticed the transition. I turned 21 in September of that year, and that was the end of adolescence for me. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Iains Date: 04 Jul 17 - 04:22 PM In mid 1975 I finished a 2.5 year contract in SE Asia, based out of Singapore, working in Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia, Philippines and Indonesia. The highlight was sitting in the middle of the jungle, working nights, listening to the Moody Blues and Pink Floyd. I then spent 6 months in Dallas prior to ending up working out of Capetown for the next couple of years, arriving by way of Windhoek, and on to Christmas Eve in Walvis Bay. A memorable night, the German contingent started an action replay of WW1 in the bar. We ended up being thrown out of the hotel and spent a night on the beach until we were choppered out the following day.An interesting ride as the diamond fields were supposedly closed airspace. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Rapparee Date: 04 Jul 17 - 08:19 PM CupofTea, in '75 was working at the library in Burton. No, Charmion, you can't go home again. The house was soooo small after I returned from overseas. I wondered how five, then six, then seven, of us could live in it! Mentally I wasn't who I had been, either. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Jon Freeman Date: 04 Jul 17 - 09:23 PM At the moment, it seems just one of the many "non years" for me. I think I'd have been 4t or 5th form in school then and we'd have been living near Tunbridge Wells. At that stage in life (I mostly drifted from it in say my 20s), I'd think it possible that I might be able to link some record in the UK charts. Number 1 list form Wikipedia:
But I'm not off hand getting a sort of time/place/event connection. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Senoufou Date: 05 Jul 17 - 06:52 AM Do you know Jon, every single one of those number one songs is brilliant! Every one. I particularly adore Cockney Rebel's 'Come Up and See Me'. The riff near the end is fabulous. It was used in 'The Full Monty' film. Isn't it strange how a Blast From the Past can evoke so many memories? I bet if I listened to all of the records on that list, I'd be sobbing my heart out with nostalgia and reminiscences. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Jon Freeman Date: 05 Jul 17 - 07:37 AM I can't actually place all of them, S, Ms Grace??? Barbados?? ? I guess I'd need to visit YouTube. Sad that I am, Whispering Grass is probably the only one I attempt to do with guitar although I've probably tried the David Bowie one several times. Never really got round to learning to play pop much. I think at the time, Bohemian Rhapsody would have been my pick - seemed a masterpiece but I'm less sure now. Would probably go with Bowie there now. For Cockney Rebel, I only know about 2 but (and I don't know the year off hand) would go for Judy Teen. But whatever, this type of thing can bring back memories... |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Senoufou Date: 05 Jul 17 - 07:46 AM Oh Jon, you surely remember, "Whoa! I'm going to Barbados! Whoa! I'm goin' to see ma girlfriend" (on Coconut Airways, under sunny Caribbean skies...) Magical! And "Oooh Ms Grace, The minute I saw your face, I knew that I loved you" Oh dear, I do try not to look back too much and to enjoy life as it is now, but..... |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Charmion Date: 05 Jul 17 - 08:17 AM I do not remember hearing any of those UK Number One hits in 1975, despite having been firmly plugged in to pop culture at the time. Canadian small-town radio stations still had their own playlists in those days, and tastes varied sharply even between Halifax and Cornwallis, let alone between Canada and Britain. The unavoidable hit single of early spring 1975 -- at least in Saint John, New Brunswick, the location of the single radio station that reached Cornwallis -- was "Black Water" by the Doobie Brothers. It always seemed to be followed by the nightly broadcast of "The World Tomorrow" with Garner Ted Armstrong, my cue to finish cleaning my boots and rifle and hit the sack. Every disco played "Kung Fu Fighting" over and over again, and I still hate it to this day; oddly, I still quite like "Lady Marmalade", another disco staple of the time. I understand Eliza's nostalgia, but I have to confess that I don't share it. Today's pop music is crap, to be sure, and now I am old and have arthritis and responsibilities, but my life is still sooo much better. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Steve Shaw Date: 05 Jul 17 - 08:27 AM Not all pop music is crap. I never listen to it for fun, but in the last few years I've had to focus on hundreds of songs, a few at a time, in order to edit them for our local dance teacher. True, I've had to put up with a bit of dross, but quite often the actual performances and production values are very good. The latest one I've been doing is Symphony by Clean Bandit. OK, not the greatest ever, pretty poppy, but not at all bad, in m'humble... |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Senoufou Date: 05 Jul 17 - 09:07 AM I really like loads of the pop songs of today, and also almost anything in the R&B department. I adore Anne-Marie's 'Ciaou Adios I'm Done'. And 'Wake Me Up When It's All Over' (Avicii), especially the music at the end. That 'Symphony' is great Steve, and the video about the two gay black men, so in love, where one dies in an accident and the other one, a musical conductor of an orchestra, is grief-stricken, moves me to tears. Very poignant. I do feel the videos that go with the music nowadays really add to the whole experience. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Senoufou Date: 05 Jul 17 - 09:08 AM Ha! That should be CIAO, not CIAOU!! |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: punkfolkrocker Date: 05 Jul 17 - 09:36 AM College Disco winter 1975 - I had an epic snog & fumble throughout the entire duration of Bohemian Rhapsody with the girlfriend of a smarmy rich boy pillock, who's dad had just bought him a Triumph Spitfire, a Gibson Les Paul and a Marshall amp & speaker stack for his 17th birthday... She obviously found something preferable in a council estate boy who owned eff all status symbols of value... It helped I had boy band good looks in 1975, the girls in the chip shop thought I was that famous kid off the telly sit com... Though what he'd have been doing buying pie & chips in our shitehole town...???? |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Jon Freeman Date: 05 Jul 17 - 09:47 AM Think it's a fair bit later pfr but hope you or none of your mates claimed to be Elvis... |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: punkfolkrocker Date: 05 Jul 17 - 09:57 AM Back then one of my mates used to dress like The Fonz - that helped him pull.... |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Steve Shaw Date: 05 Jul 17 - 10:16 AM Great dance video by Rachael Ansell to Symphony on YouTube, Senoufou. Down, boys! 😜 |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Senoufou Date: 05 Jul 17 - 01:55 PM Very nice Steve. Hope her white trousers didn't get marks on them from that old bench! |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Steve Shaw Date: 05 Jul 17 - 05:00 PM They didn't. Don't worry, I was studying the situation very closely...😜 |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Senoufou Date: 05 Jul 17 - 05:34 PM Heh heh. I bet you'd be only too ready to dust them down for her Steve. |
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Subject: RE: 1975 From: Steve Shaw Date: 05 Jul 17 - 05:51 PM Certainly would. I always find that they're easier to dust down while stretched over an appropriate torso... |
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